Jewelry inspired by the ancient world and/or video games (the tag is #κόσμον ἄειδε θεὰ).
Weaving (the tag is #ἱστὸν ἄειδε θεὰ). Most recent project was the weaving of the penelope skyphos from chiusi.
Published Work (sideblog for my novel)
Non-Exhaustive List of Games I Enjoy (and for which you may find spoilers on this blog)
Mass Effect Trilogy
Dragon Age (Origins, DA2, and Inquisition)
KOTOR 1 and 2
Assassin's Creed (I played all of them in the span of about two years. I'm not entirely sure why. I did enjoy most of them to varying degrees. AC3, AC Odyssey, and AC Valhalla are my favorites)
Pentiment
Hades I (I am avoiding spoilers for Hades II)
Discord
I have one! I almost know how to use it now. Mutuals, send me a dm if you want to hang out there.
Goodmorning to the Anthropic Claude AI training scraper that suddenly decided to request 660 thousand pages (exactly the number I had remaining on the starter plan) and brought Pikiwedia down.
Sudden switch from diverse user agents like chrome, safari, messenger preview to Just Claudebot. I'm not even mad though, this is maybe the funniest thing possible, because I've inadvertently poisoned their training data with thousands of fucked up articles with normal urls.
Pikiwedia perseveres, back up with a better robots.txt. I hope Anthropic has a gery vood time with Pikiwedia's data :))
The way misogyny is such a clear undercurrent in the fem Aeducan origin is honestly crazy… you’re one of if not the most powerful woman in the kingdom, a favorite to take the throne, surrounded at every turn by men who acknowledge you as their social equal or superior.
But there’s also constant resentment. People doubt a woman’s ability to lead behind your back. Your advisors don’t want you to join the Proving, they hope one of the contenders catch your eye. Both your brothers are looking for an opportunity to bring you down. A mandatory fight begins with your opponent threatening you with sexual violence.
Some of the only other women you can interact with are casteless women who have no choice but to look for more powerful men to bring them any kind of social and financial security. The other is a noblewoman adamant that you play as ruthless of a political game as possible, lest you lose everything.
But you have enough privilege for this not to matter — at least that’s what it seems. You’re a leader, commanding a party of elite male warriors! Until each of them, all except your most trusted friend, gleefully takes the opportunity to turn on you, strip you of your position, and put you in the place they always thought you should belong
I'm boiling inside my own flesh after that trailer, so please accept this old, maybe objectively too creepy Cole drawing while I find time for new DA art. I can claim that it has a Haloween vibe, at least...
The reason it's so weird, by the way, is because I drew it using the poem "Wodwo" by Ted Hughes as a prompt. My bff @klovharun gave me the whole poetry book at the height of my DAI obsession because she thought "Gog" had Solas vibes; and it occurs to me right now that this has to be one of the best examples of friendship ever. Not just "I was thinking of you", but one step further, "I was thinking of your all-consuming fixation". She also made a Solas breakup playlist for me, which I still listen to. That is love!
Poems below for anyone who might like them.
Wodwo
What am I? Nosing here, turning leaves over
Following a faint stain on the air to the river's edge
I enter water. Who am I to split
The glassy grain of water looking upward I see the bed
Of the river above me upside down very clear
What am I doing here in mid-air? Why do I find
this frog so interesting as I inspect its most secret
interior and make it my own? Do these weeds
know me and name me to each other have they
seen me before do I fit in their world? I seem
separate from the ground and not rooted but dropped
out of nothing casually I've no threads
fastening me to anything I can go anywhere
I seem to have been given the freedom
of this place what am I then? And picking
bits of bark off this rotten stump gives me
no pleasure and it's no use so why do I do it
me and doing that have coincided very queerly
But what shall I be called am I the first
have I an owner what shape am I what
shape am I am I huge if I go
to the end on this way past these trees and past these trees
till I get tired that's touching one wall of me
for the moment if I sit still how everything
stops to watch me I suppose I am the exact centre
but there's all this what is it roots
roots roots roots and here's the water
again very queer but I'll go on looking
Gog I
I woke to a shout: 'I am Alpha and Omega!'
Rocks and a few trees trembled
Deep in their own country.
I ran and an absence bounded beside me.
The dog's god is a scrap dropped from the table,
The mouse's savior is a ripe wheat grain—
Hearing the Messiah cry
My mouth widens in adoration.
How fat are the lichens!
They cushion themselves on the silence.
The air wants for nothing.
The dust, too, is replete.
What was my error? My skull has sealed it out.
My great bones are massed in me.
They beat on the earth, my song excites them.
I do not look at the rocks and stones, I am frightened of what they see.
I listen to the song jarring my mouth
Where the skull-rooted teeth are in possession.
I am massive on earth. My feetbones beat on the earth
Over the sound of motherly weeping....
Afterwards, I drink at a pool quietly,
The horizons bear the rocks and trees away into twilight.
I lie down, I become darkness—
Darkness that all night sings and circles stamping.
“my father is a boy and my mother is a girl so i’m mixed” is the funniest possible response to someone asking your gender and it came from 6’5 Viking footballer and notable weird little guy Erling Haaland on a Snapchat
Assassin's Creed + The Odyssey
Kassandra + Brasidas
So may the gods grant all your heart’s desires,
a home and husband, somebody like-minded.
For nothing could be better than when two
live in one house, their minds in harmony,
husband and wife. Their enemies are jealous,
their friends delighted, and they have great honor.
Something I think ppl who aren't used to it struggle with when it comes to ancient history is that frequently 'we do not and cannot know this' is the only truthful response a historian can give. People severely overestimate how much we actually know about Ancient Rome.
I remember talking to someone at a party once about the debate over Septimius Severus's ethnicity (whole other can of worms) and they asked if genetic testing of his remains was not a way to settle it and I was like oh. Oh okay you are under the impression we have the physical remains of Roman emperors from the second century AD alright then. (We. Do not.)
Can't stress how much of high level study of Ancient History is devoted to trying to make sense of what actually factually happened. When I was at university (10+ years ago now) the discipline was embroiled in the lengthy and ongoing process of trying to unpack not just the biases in ancient sources but the centuries & centuries of biases within the field itself. I don't imagine this process is ever going to Stop. It's not uncommon for historical accounts to be so garbled & contradictory that it's not possible to reconstruct the real events behind them.
Once in an introductory lecture one of my professors was talking about this problem and articulated it very simply as 'we know real things happened between real people, but we aren't sure what they were'. Sums it up really!!
